I just returned from vacay and never felt so accomplished. I finally did the deed and can now talk freely about it without remorse. Gratitude actually. I did absolutely nothing and that’s ok. Grandiose even! All my vacations (I use that term loosely) as a child involved one day trips riding coasters or biking around an island looking for another winery. As an adult, I can still get into that but have always had A Plan. And many layers within The Plan. A beach was always my go to, but needed snorkeling or fishing or horses or throwing up in helicopters to make sure I got the whole experience. Camping and fishing trips were fun until I realized the ground is fricken hard and ended up with more bruises than actual fish. And who wants to clean and/or eat those smelly things anyway? So this Bomlennial has given up themed vacays for now, and really did enjoy doing nothing as A PLAN. Of course one must have a pool and someone serving adult beverages or that would just be a SILLY PLAN. It’s ok to do nothing(ish). Walking is fine until you call it hiking and that has to stop. Pleasant to be on a boat or near a body of water as long as it involves soaking up the ambiance instead of too much water up the nose. I used to laugh at the people in my childhood hood (will fix that later) who used to just sit in their garages on folding lawn chairs and do nothing. Or stare at neighbors waiting for something intersting to happen. It didn’t. And yes I would still laugh at them but they are mostly dead and that’s not really a laughing matter, but sitting was an activity to them. And doing nothing. I can seldom just do one mindless thing. I can watch TV, but also have to read a magazine or paper or look at my phone speaking of absolute mindlessness. So I guess it’s ok to have a week of doing nothing but enjoying my peeps and not worrying about A Plan. However, I’d really like to go white water rafting. And my knee hurts. And I don’t have any bruises whaaaaa. And just what is at the top of that mountain hmmmmmm.